8:30 AM. Hyungil was dressed in his school uniform, ready to go to school.
“Hyung, I’m heading out. What should I tell the teacher… If I say Sung Yohan-nim came to our shop and we stayed up all night, I’ll be treated like a crazy person, right?”
“Just go quietly. If you open your mouth, you’re dead.”
“Got it. Oh, and that hyung… no, could you get me an autograph from the Guild Leader?”
“Why aren’t you leaving already?”
When Igyeol’s cheek twitched, Hyungil quickly ran away. Igyeol crossed his arms and blew his bangs up. Now only three people remained in the shop—Igyeol, Yeongwon, and Sung Yohan. Igyeol turned around and looked inside the shop. He could see Yeongwon hesitating awkwardly in the corner of the shop, reading the room.
“Don’t you need to go to school too?”
When Igyeol asked, Yeongwon hemmed and hawed while glancing at Sung Yohan. Sung Yohan answered instead while rolling up his shirt sleeves.
“I’ve informed the school. It’s been arranged as sick leave for this week, so it’s fine.”
“Jeez. Talk about abuse of power.”
Igyeol clicked his tongue and brought over a pile of stacked delivery boxes. It was the shipment of Sipjeondaebo-tang to be sent out.
“If you have nothing to do, at least work for your meals. Don’t just stand there blankly.”
It was a remark Igyeol tossed out. He turned his back, thinking that the great Sung Yohan-nim would obviously just snort at it. It would be even better if he just left like this. Or not. It was just that kind of thought. Thinking he might as well sleep more, he slowly headed to the sofa. But an unexpected answer came.
“Understood.”
Sung Yohan obediently sat on the floor and picked up a box.
“……?”
Igyeol looked at Sung Yohan as if he’d heard wrong. His eyes widened.
“What are you doing?”
“You told me to fold boxes.”
“……You’re actually doing it because I told you to?”
“You said to do it if I have nothing to do.”
Sung Yohan tore the box tape with a very serious expression. Riiip, snap. Riiip, snap. His box-folding skills were quite proficient. No, unnecessarily elegant. It was like he was creating a work of art just folding a box. Next to him, Yeongwon also awkwardly sat down and started folding boxes.
Igyeol stared blankly at this absurd scene. Korea’s top hunter and the child he was protecting (or monitoring) were squatting on the floor of a neighborhood health clinic folding boxes.
“……Ha.”
Igyeol pressed his forehead. He felt like his blood vessels were about to burst.
“Hey. Are you really not going to leave?”
“Yes.”
“Why? At least let me know the reason. It’s not like you’re doing this because you like me.”
“Because it’s comfortable.”
Sung Yohan answered while pressing down on boxes.
“When I’m here, my head doesn’t hurt. It’s quiet, and it smells good too.”
“Smell? The herbal medicine smell?”
“No. Your smell.”
“You keep talking in that regrettable way.”
“I’m just being honest.”
Sung Yohan raised his head and looked directly at Igyeol.
“The smell coming from you… strangely puts me at ease.”
“……Hey, you crazy bastard.”
Igyeol grabbed his forehead in disgust. This guy had no filter even in front of a kid. Kang Yeongwon, who had been listening, turned red in the face instead and looked at Sung Yohan with an “oh my” expression. Igyeol let out a sigh. He had no idea what kind of misunderstanding that guy was trying to invite.
Ding-a-ling-!
Just then, the health clinic door opened and a customer entered.
“Is Igyeol here?”
It was Old Man Jang who had visited yesterday. He came alone carrying a hiking stick. Outside, a handcart piled high with sacks was placed.
“Ahjussi, you’re here?”
“I came to place an additional order for the medicine I took yesterday.”
Old Man Jang was smiling as he entered but stopped when he discovered two people sitting on the wooden platform folding boxes. The grandfather’s eyes widened at the new figures and he tilted his head.
“What’s this. New part-timers?”
“Ah… Yes, well. People who’ll be working briefly and leaving.”
“The medicine must be getting popular if you’re busy.”
“Yes, yes.”
Igyeol laughed, glossing it over. Old Man Jang clapped his palms as if pleased.
“Then that’s good. Hey there, young man. You look like you have some strength, could you move those rice sacks outside to the warehouse. Boss Moon can’t exert as much strength as you’d think.”
“Ah, ahjussi, what rice?”
“It’s from farming in the countryside this time. Take it, take it.”
“Oh really……”
Igyeol looked at Sung Yohan, wondering if he would actually move. He understood Old Man Jang’s sentiment, but it seemed like he’d have to go get it himself. He was about to roll up his sleeves and go out when—swoosh—someone went out first from behind him. It was Sung Yohan. Igyeol gaped.
“Where should I move them to?”
“The young man is so diligent. Just move them to that warehouse over there.”
“Yes.”
Sung Yohan silently carried rice sacks, moved boxes, and even took down medicinal herbs from the high shelves. Igyeol was flustered. Really… he’s actually doing that? Sung Yohan?
‘That guy… could manual labor be his calling?’
…This was a somewhat reasonable suspicion.
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“…Um, part-timer? If you’re tired, why don’t you stop?”
“What’s tiring about folding boxes? It’s twice as easy as catching monsters.”
“……I said you can stop folding.”
“Then I’ll stop folding. Should I clean instead?”
“……Never mind.”
“Is there no other work?”
“……Ha.”
Igyeol pressed his forehead. This guy was definitely crazy. Having finished folding boxes and even filling the Sipjeondaebo-tang, Sung Yohan now occupied the sofa as if it were his spot, looking at his phone and handling work. His refreshed face looked very pleased. Igyeol watched Sung Yohan like that and shook his head.
‘What kind of guild leader comes to a health clinic, finishes all the odd jobs, and then does his own work?’
Kang Yeongwon, who had been helping beside him, was exhausted and taking a nap on the wooden platform. Igyeol stole glances at the peaceful Sung Yohan with a completely fed-up expression while resting his chin on his hand.
‘……He is handsome though.’
He was handsome. But other than that, he was completely incomprehensible. Igyeol took out his phone. He needed to research this creature that he absolutely couldn’t understand.
[Search: Sung Yohan]
As soon as he pressed the search button, articles poured out like a waterfall, enough to make his smartphone screen lag.
[TOP NEWS]
[Exclusive] Sanctum Guild Leader Sung Yohan, whereabouts unknown after clearing Dumang Mountain dungeon? Guild states “He’s handling personal schedule.”
[Feature] ‘Walking Conglomerate’ Sung Yohan, what is his economic value?
[Column] Youngest S-rank, one and only SS-rank Exorcist. About Sung Yohan-
In the profile photo, Sung Yohan was wearing sacred white priest robes embroidered with gold thread, making a solemn and noble expression as if bearing all the world’s anguish.
Igyeol raised his head to look toward the sofa. A man with rolled-up shirt sleeves, biting dusty box tape with his teeth.
Igyeol looked at his phone again. Then looked at Sung Yohan again.
‘……Is that the same person?’
The sense of disconnect was about to pierce through to the stratosphere. Igyeol clicked his tongue and accessed Huntranet, Korea’s largest hunter community. He was curious about the public’s evaluation of this gentleman.
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[Huntranet Free Board- Search: SYH]
[Image theft] Yo honestly, shouldn’t Sung Yohan’s face be urgently designated as national cultural property? (Views: 450,201)
[Photo: High-quality photo of Sung Yohan shining nobly alone in the middle of a battlefield with monster blood splattering]
Wow, crazy for real… See that sacred nose bridge? I want to cut it… Everyone else is covered in blood suffering like hell but he’s alone shooting a pictorial. Is that a person? It’s a statue walking around. Today too, I open my eyes with Yohan-nim’s divine countenance. Amen to the Saint.
[Comments]
└ For real, that’s a face that saved Earth. I want to lick even Yohan-nim’s toes ㅠㅠ Please step on me……
└ Honestly, his face is more SS-rank than his SS-rank Exorcist ability
└ You guys know this right? Sung Yohan has mysophobia so he absolutely doesn’t make contact with others. If you touch him you’d probably attain nirvana
└ If you touch him, don’t you die from Holy Power? He’s nobility itself, so if something dirty touches him, it disintegrates
└ If I hold hands with Yohan-nim, I could really attain nirvana. Amen to the Saint
└ Amen to the Saint, today too I believe in the Saint Amen
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[Chat] Doesn’t Sung Yohan really seem like he doesn’t even shit lololol (Views: 21,003)
Seems like he lives on dew alone. I saw him at a hotel buffet before and even drinking a sip of water was a pictorial. Would someone like that ever sit on dirty ground in his life? Seems like he wouldn’t have a single wrinkle in his life. I’m jealous as fuck…
[Comments]
└ Agreed. Sung Yohan eating cup ramen? Can’t imagine it lolol
└ Born with a golden spoon and an S-rank Awakened, so life is on easy mode. He’s a different species from us.
└ Imagined Sung Yohan picking up boxes lololol Ah sorry, I’ll probably be arrested for blasphemy lololol
└ Amen to the Saint, Sung Yohan is a god
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“Ha……”
Igyeol pressed his forehead. The comment section was plastered with fanatics’ praises. Wanting to lick toes, dying if they touch him. The world was definitely going crazy.
‘They’re all clearly out of their minds.’
That guy was right here now, begging to hold hands, folding boxes, holding his phone, sitting on the worn sofa with a frown, and secretly glancing sideways!
